6. BRING CLARA BACK

A red lightning flashed from the ground level to the sky. Something that only Witcher and Brandon could make of knew the owner of the red flash very well. Eden had given him a code to move after about an hour he waited. The man immediately tightened the belt, cupped the hood of his black robe, and jumped between the branches of the tree.

Brandon landed quietly on one of the floors of the mansion, almost silently. Being a Black Witcher made his movements so agile. Like a rag carried by the wind, that's how Brandon feels now when he moves.

His red eyes spread the gaze. His breathing was low with a gust of smoke that occasionally airborne. Brandon walked through the dark corridor. His hand reached into the waist bag Eden gave him before they passed the portal. The powder that he don't know what his name was grasped by him. Brandon spread the powder into the air, making a flicker that led him to a door.

"Clara," he muttered.

The man opened the door in front of him until a creaking sound sounded. No one was there, except a woman who was lying on the bed. Jasper's group was definitely chasing the Black Witcher herd at this time and it opened up space for Brandon to quickly bring his wife's soul back.

Brandon came over to the bed and sat down by Clara's side. His hand stretched out, touching his wife's face tremblingly. His heart rumbled for an instant, saddened to see Clara's condition now. A few seconds later, Brandon sighed. He must not cry over Clara's state now and must immediately take his wife away from there. Quickly, Brandon carried Clara's weak body. But, someone held his footsteps from the direction of the door.

"You think I'm stupid?"

Brandon took a huff of saliva. He knew the voice. The man turned around and revealed his flashing red eyes.

The black-haired man at the door grinned. "What are you thinking about wanting to take my wife away from here?" he asked with a straight face.

"Wake up, Jasper," Brandon said. "She is not your wife."

BRAK!

Jasper pounded the door leaf. His blue eyes darted towards the hooded man in front of him. His forefinger stretched out at the man.

"It's you who should wake up from your nightmare, The fucking Black Witcher!"

Brandon immediately jumped as the Werewolf swung a fist at him and caused a bruise blow to the wall by the bed. The man checked on the Clara he was holding. The woman was not yet sober. As soon as possible Brandon had to take Clara away from here.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Jasper," he said loudly. "But, I can't linger to play with you. My time is up."

Jasper frowned. He bolted towards Brandon with his pupils beginning to form vertically like the eyes of the werewolves in general. His anger peaked when the Black Witcher threw powder into the air and made a black portal before he finally escaped from there.

"Y-you ...."

Jasper's roar peaked. Filled his entire fiefdom. The man approached the window. His hand squeezed the edge of the window to shred the wood grain with his sharp nails. A split second later, Jasper jumped up with his black wolf form. His blue eyes flashed with the dimness of the Luna. He roared loudly and long, making anyone who heard him immediately shudder.

"You won't be able to run away from me ...."

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Brandon appeared in a seal on the ground surface that had been prepared by his friends in advance. Eden had warned him about using the portal for teleportation which would drain his energy. But, it seemed that Brandon was too excited to run away and didn't want to prolong the matter with the Werewolf.

The man vomited blood. Of course, this is only for him who just joined the Black Witcher a few hours ago. Brandon left Clara's physical body, entrusted it to his mother, and went to see Anne. Now, the man ended up in a place he had never thought of before, with Clara's soul being carried by him.

Brandon turned his head in all directions, checking if any enemies had managed to follow him. He had to quickly move towards the place already indicated by Eden before they carried out this mission. However, something seemed to jump up and land in front of Brandon instantly.

The man's saliva was swallowed perfectly when he found a two-meter-tall wolf on standby in front of him. The animal's fur is shiny black. Its blue eyes stared intently. Its mouth grinned, revealing a sangir with dripping saliva.

Brandon clucked softly. A crescent moon was engraved on one corner of his lips. "Are you using the portal too, huh? It's so fast!"

Brandon knew that the joke would not affect Jasper Owen. The man who had now turned completely into a wolf seemed to have lost self-control. In his mind was just snatching Clara, that's all.

"You want to snatch her from me?" Brandon gave Clara a moment. "Seize as much as you can."

The wolf growled, then waddled for a moment. Its stared fiercely at Brandon, suddenly jumping up quickly. However, its movements were blocked and something made it bounce instantly until it hit and broke a tree.

A red lightning flashed and was attracted to a figure of a man in a hood. He coded Brandon. The blonde-haired man grinned back. He jumped onto a tree branch, melting in the depths of the forest.

Meanwhile, the figure with the red lightning just now opened the hood and revealed his heterochromia eyes. He smiled at the big wolf in front of him.

"Do you miss me, Jasper Owen?"

"Eden Moriez!" Jasper actually speaks, but who can understand the language of wolves besides its racemates? The man in front of it didn't even understand the matter of ink—the communication technique between Werewolves.

"How long will you continue to be this way, Jasper?" Eden said in a loud voice. "You are already a slave to your own wife's love."

Jasper growled. Eden's remarks made its adrenaline rise. The nails of its fingers extended slowly.

"Well. That's how you are," Eden continued. His heterochromia eyes looked at Jasper meaningfully. "Who else would be your victim after Clara ... and also my sister, hm?"

"Shut up!" Jasper bluffed. Its fangs became more and more obvious. "They came to me themselves."

"Shit!"

Eden shook his hand until a red lightning struck towards Jasper. The black wolf managed to dodge quickly. Jasper gasped because the man understood its communication techniques. Unlucky! How long did he learn to be a Black Witcher until he understood the language of wolf communication? That's great!

Jasper jumped up when Eden flashed a red lightning towards it. The wolf hissed. Its eyes squinted. Especially when it saw Eden laughing loudly as if to tease it.

"Don't forget that I am a Black Witcher who is already hundreds of years old, Jasper." One of Eden's blue eyes looked mesmerizing, highlighted by Luna's dimness. "Have you forgotten that Clara is the reincarnation of Elana until you keep targeting her, huh?"

Jasper's growl sounded loudly. "I don't care if they're reincarnations or not!"

"Oh, yes, sure. Until you have to separate them from their loved ones," Eden said in a mocking tone.

"But Selena is decisive—"

"And you live it, Jasper!" Eden yelled, making the wolf in front of him tremble slightly with a muffled growl.

"It seems that I misjudged you at that time, Eden."

The two of them stayed with each other for a very long time. A red magical aura seemed to be all over Eden's body. Jasper knew that its goal this time was just to snatch Clara and it didn't want the person in front of it who was part of its past to bother it. Jasper immediately jumped up, got into the woods and ignored Eden.

"Hey!!!" Eden shook off the cloak until the red aura vanished. He jumped onto the tree branch, chasing the black wolf.

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